Bread and Butter

March 12, 2009

Last night my friend and I were laying on the floor of my room going through the People magazines my mother recently sent and we started talking about her birthday next week.

We went through the list of food we would make and discussed what other things we’d put out for people to eat.

“I will get some nuts and raisins for the table,” she said.

“Why don’t we just put out some bread and butter for everyone? That’s simple enough.”

“Bread and butter!” She exclaimed. “BREAD AND BUTTER?”

And she then proceeded to burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“What?” I asked. “Why is that funny?”

“BREAD AND BUTTER!”

She wouldn’t stop laughing.

“WHY IS THAT FUNNY?” I yelled.

“You eat bread and butter for BREAKFAST, Angela! Not at dinner!”

“What? You can’t eat bread and butter with your dinner? We do that all the time in America. It’s NORMAL.”

She was still laughing.

“Ohhhhhh they would just laugh at me and gossip about me if I were to put out bread and butter at my BIRTHDAY dinner!”

“IT’S NORMAL!” I yelled.

“You are so strange,” she said.

“I’M STRANGE?” I exclaimed. “You think I’M the one who’s strange? You guys sweep your carpet and sleep on the floor! You think if I sit on cold ground I’ll become infertile! And you think I’M strange?”

We were laughing so hard tears were streaming out of our eyes at this point.

“Okay, Angela what else? What else you got?” she asked. “Come to my house and we will have a birthday BREAKFAST with bread and butter if you like!”

“IT’S NORMAL TO EAT BREAD AND BUTTER WITH YOUR DINNER!”

“You are so strange,” she said.